It certainly makes sense, but: It certainly makes sense, but I hope to see more many more less urgent yet precious things growing in your pleasure garden. Be blessed.
This comment has had two: This comment has had two effects. It has, first, overwhelmed me, so that I am definitely sure that my words are not adequate in reply; but I am still very, even wildly, grateful for your compliments, and your understanding of the poem.
Second, it has given me a peace of mind about the sequence. Due to your words, I believe this poem is the central soul of the entire Ad Astra series. I am not contemplating an end to it, or an abandonment of it, but . . . since I do live with some rather severe health issues . . . I have often been fearful of taking my departure before the series has been minimally finished (or, in other words, viable enough to be left on its own when I am gone). I think this poem, now that I have read your comment, is the completion of the series' minimal viability. Whatever I add to it now (including these science fiction poems which I have posted into it today) is, in a sense, bonuses or icing on the cakel because the cake itself has been completed. Maybe that was the purpose of that "reverse panic attack" during which the poem was written . . . to let me know that the minimum required has been met. Or, to use another metaphor, I have plowed my garden, sowed it, planted and watered, and now the staple vegetables are in there, and I have put the chrysanthemums around the edges to draw the little pests away from the tomatoes. And now, I can have fun planting some exotic flowers (the science fiction poems?) making some less urgent developments in it . . . if that makes sense. Your encouragement has been, and continues to be, paramount for Ad Astra to function in my corner of PostPoems.
I love being transfixed by: I love being transfixed by your poetic gymnastics while relating, on a very personal level, to every word. You certainly created that rare and deeply satisfying experience here using expansive, astronomical metaphors and innovative descriptions that strike at the center of love's maddening cyclone.
The sense of wistful nostalgia is absorbing, relentlessly real, and then, with a sly twist, you strike hard with a wry and brilliant (And very relatable!) perspective on the entire romantic adventure.
It's always a pleasure to unwrap your stunning gifts and find the payoff so satisfying that I can truthful say: Hey, let's do it again! Encore!
Thank you. Your comment is: Thank you. Your comment is so gracious and encouraging, and I know it will help this series continuie on. I am so very grateful to you for your understanding of my intention. And I am glad that the use of the slur has a positive effect in converting it to better purpose. Thanks again, this comment means very, very much to me.
The Pylons of Orion . . . a: The Pylons of Orion . . . a palatial and resplendent image. I like that! And I'm deeply honored by the reference to my work.
The vastness as an inner sanctum, a refuge far from glowering curmudgeons and pearl-clutching fanatics: you constructed a beguiling milieu for dancing "in the shimmer of stars' lights" and other activities you shrewdly left to the reader's imagination. You also made an undefeated and laudable statement by hijacking the haters' slur and saying it loud and proud, with elation and fulfillment. A very effective strategy for this addiction to your poetic lifeline.
I was also delighted by the way the expressions of joyful abandon and love in this sparkling commentary drown out all judgement and fear. A victorious view of love among the stars.
Thank you for informing me of: Thank you for informing me of the changes, and your additions haven't altered the message, only enhanced it. I stand by my original comment. Sublime!
Thank you. I have just added: Thank you. I have just added several lines in a revision, to bring the poem more in line with minor sequence I want to try within the Ad Astra series. Becuase your comments are already on this version, I will not delete it and repost (as is my customary habit); but that means I have altered a poem on which you have already commented, so I wanted to be up front and tell you about it.
A moment of silence.
First,: A moment of silence.
First, to venerate the memory of everyone who was taken too soon under these circumstances. Second, to take in the magnificence . . .
This heart-stopping homage to a style (the style and the person are one in the same) may be the most moving to date because of its subtle yet profound spiritual undercurrent, and as you know, emotions are the language of spirit.
I simply cannot build a written monument towering enough to place before the last lines, an informal couplet that has an ethereal and energetic calm, and reaches so far beyond all this fleeting dust and sorrow that I'm afraid to touch it. I hate to mess with perfection. But I will say that the celestial realm you brought down to Earth is ultimate love, and with incredible flair you displayed (as opposed to described) its splendor like a sacred object in a reliquary.
So I'll just conclude: this is the best of your best.
Congratulations!
love it!... light and: love it!... light and darkness... classical theme of blindness... most excellent, but more... MORE, sir... i demand it... utterly!! lol
You were kind enough not to: You were kind enough not to mention the inappropriate word, "proud," in the title. I have changed it to "smug," more befitting to the content of the poem.
In what way does this qualify: In what way does this qualify as a poem?
You call it a blog post. You are correct. You have written a blog post, and it is not a poem. Although I cannot speak officially for PostPoems, I have been a member here for over twenty years, so I think I have some credibility to say that PostPoems showcases POETRY and blog posts. I have nothing against you personally, bur this blog post you have written seems to me to be an intrusion and an imposition.
Thank you. I do hope these: Thank you. I do hope these poems can offer sime solace to readers who are in need of it. Stevens believed that Poetry helps people live their lives and deal with life; and, to me, much as I love his style, the grandeur of his lines (so like Milton'), and the sheer sparkle of his symbols, I think his idea of poetry as a life-helper is supreme above it all. That iis my take away from him; and one of my take aways from your Poetry whom I consider to be his spiritual peer, is the courage to write my Ad Asrea series.